Horses’ reins,
dogs of war,
the porcelain cup
the lip.
Underdress:
the silken bit;
don’t let them.
Slip
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
Horses’ reins,
dogs of war,
the porcelain cup
the lip.
Underdress:
the silken bit;
don’t let them.
No slip here, Bonnie!
The theme oversees and holds sway over the poem’s direction at each turn. Wonderful:)
Hi Bonnie…loved your selection. Nice to hear from you. I hope all is well for you guys. XARXe and my kids are great. Speak soon… Edward
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Hi Bonnie! Nice poem! I’m thinking of you! Are you getting ready for IPM?